Jim shook her head, unable to get rid of the odd notion that something strange had just happened. Katie was still laughing, she realized. Rick was still beating the wand against the bench and calling herself a son of a bitch, which, in the current circumstances, wasn't really applicable, however much the term might normally have been. And Jim herself felt she just had to do something about Katie's laughter, which was strident, nasal and interminable, rather like Fran Drescher's. If she didn't, she was just sure her head was going to explode.
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